The Hype Holds Up!
26 Apr 2016GI Joey
Commander's Log, 26 Apr, 3302:So I couldn't stop thinking about how easy a time I'd had over the last few weeks greasing pirates flying Fer-de-Lances. This big, flashy, expensive, sexy ship, and the Shadow just mucked them out of the air like nothing.
So I bought one.
Oh, shut up, Deborah. You don't know!
I had to really crunch a couple of Robigo runs to make it viable, but I bought one, A-rated most of the modules, and took it back out to Meinjhalara to see what it felt like to have a huge cannon between my legs... I mean, a C4 kinetic hardpoint mounted beneath my torso... Ah hell, Deborah, you get the idea.
Penis.
About the time I folded my fifth pirate 'Conda in the HazRes, I realized what I'd been missing. The Doom Yacht- don't judge me, it's a working title- has horrible jump range, and takes forever to get anywhere. And it's the most fun I've ever had since I got my Pilot's Federation License and took a Sidey out solo.
I. Killed. Everything.
The only downside is getting her back to my new home station at Schroeder. It's like 17 jumps to the nearest HazRes I've found so far (in Meinjhalara), and the outfitters at Freemont Port in that system aren't exactly the kind of guys you want working on your Zorgon Peterson custom job. But holy crap. I need a plasma accelerator. Which means I need more money. Which means I have to sell the Lydian Shadow (not happening), or I have to make a few more slaving runs in the Cordelia Naismith, which means I have to fly in one of my not-Fer-de-Lances.
Hell, maybe I'm done slaving. Shredding assholes three at a time without dropping shields is just too much fun to resist.
Goodnight, Commander's Log. Which means good night to you too, Deborah, or whoever you are. Enjoy your rest in your drone-issue cot on Founder's World. I hope you enjoy monitoring flight logs tomorrow. And the next day. And the next. And... Oh, you get the idea.
God, I have to stop drinking and flying.